Allure of the Vixen by C. C. Morian

him?
    And deep down, even though I had been so completely
under Joanne’s spell, I’d never felt so powerful, fucking this beautiful
married woman, some other man helpless to stop me from taking what I wanted.
    Her virile man. So virile, even her husband was happy
to see his wife taken by me, to have me shoot my powerful seed in her. . .
    Which stopped me cold.
    Joanne came back and handed me a coffee. It was
black, like I took it. I didn’t ask how she knew.
    Instead of going back to the couch she perched on
the edge of my chair. Her light perfume wafted over me, my skin prickling just
at her proximity.
    “Are you on birth control?” I asked.
    “If you didn’t have hot coffee in your hand, I’d
slap you. You think I’d use you to get pregnant?”
    I thought of some of my friends and the experiences
they had. “It wouldn’t be the first time a woman did that.”
    “Until you mentioned it just now, I hadn’t thought
about it. We aren’t ready for children. If and when we decide to have kids, Peter
will be my first choice for a father.”
    “First choice?”
    “Of course. He’s my husband. But you’ve given me an
idea. When the time comes, I may tease him a little, tell him he has to compete.
That I’ll let my lover come in me, and then Peter can. See which one wins. I
think it will turn Peter on. Of course, I’ll talk about it with him first.”
    “You’d tease him, or do it for real?”
    “What do you think?”
    I gave her a hard look. “I won’t be part of that. Or
anything with you, now.”
    Joanne calmly took a sip of coffee. “We’ll see about
that. I’m going to let you absorb all this. As for getting me pregnant, who’s
to say you would still be my lover then?” She set her coffee down and dropped
her hand onto my thigh. “Besides, I could have already been doing that, you wouldn’t
have known. I could have been off birth control, only letting you fuck me on my
most fertile days.”
    “Is that what you’ve been doing?” I cringed. All my
years of trying not to get women pregnant, and here was one that could have
been using me for just that.
    “I told you no. But I’ll tell you one thing I’ve
done. Some days, when I’m having sex with Peter, and I’m sitting on his face. .
.” Joanne paused, to let that sink in. “Do you know what I say to him?”
    She paused again, not quite dramatically, but trying
to get me to beg her for more information. I didn’t, but I could tell by her
smile she knew I wanted to know. “I ask him whether he’d be as excited licking
me if he knew I had just been with another man, with someone who has just come
in me.”
    “Another tease?”
    “At first. Until I saw his reaction, he couldn’t get
enough of me. So I did it for real. I tell him that he’d better lick it out of
me, or else. . .I’ll get pregnant with another man’s child.”
    “You’ve done this recently?”
    “Very.”
    I gulped, the thought so decadent, and yet, at the
same time, feeding my ego like nothing ever had before. Just like Joanne
planned it. And as usual, everything with her had a catch. Her husband got to
lick her, and I didn’t. But the way he had to do it. . .“I thought you
said you didn’t humiliate him.”
    “I don’t. Not on purpose. I found out—and I bet he
found out—that he liked it by accident. One night I had sex with someone,
before you, and I was with Peter an hour later and when I was telling him about
it he said he wanted to see what I looked like, whether I was still swollen,
whether there was still some evidence of my lover. I let him touch me, and he
kissed my pussy, and that’s what started it.”
    “And that excites him?”
    “I told you, it’s complicated. Pride and jealousy
and kink all wrapped together. He goes crazy. Although not as crazy as when
I’ve had a black lover who is fucking me. Then Peter has to imagine me having a
black baby, and how everyone would know it wasn’t his.”
    I squirmed in the seat. “You bitch. That